Short Poems

When God's springs are overflowing
One cares no longer for this world
For him whose cross Christ's love can sweeten,
The easy burden ne'er grows heavy.
Who kisses Him in the crown of thorns
Receives Him as a gracious reward.

Seventy years have now passed by,
Lord of this my pilgrim time
I should like to begin again
To seek God and eternity,
So I may win a little more
Before I hasten on from here.

Seventy years my life has lasted,
And God has added from His abundance
Still four more years to these
That I must say, in justice,
His goodness is great,
His faithfulness is altogether
Wonderful, wonderful, wonderful!

Still two more years the Lord has given
Purely from His loving kindness
I should like to live contritely
In this precious time of grace.
Today is the time of dying
Tomorrow is the time of inheriting.

Tú tú tú tú
yo yo yo yo.
¿Quién?…
¡ni tú

O childish mind!—last night to rapture won
In marvel of wild Orion; now to sink
Earthward; and by the flames of a dwarf sun
Find a like happiness in a single pink!

Sir Luckless, troth, for luck's sake pass by one:
He that woos every widow, will get none.

When you look at a picture you always can see
If a Man of Sense has Painted he
Then never flinch but keep up a Jaw
About freedom & Jenny suck awa'

The wind fills her embroidery loom with willow catkins,
and pairs of purple swallows come flying in.
Now, when she rests her needle, is the moment she really enjoys:
wetting a piece of wool in her mouth,
she spits it out the window!

Thy beauty hangs around thee like
Splendour around the moon--
Thy voice, as silver bells that strike